.
das ist
kunst.
TOOL :.: Schism
I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away
mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing,
pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
the light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
we cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.
I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down
no fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to
point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication.
The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.
There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I've done the the math enough to know the dangers of a second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication
cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers
between supposed brothers.
And I know the pieces fit.
TOOL :.: Aenima
Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see Armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this
bull-shit, three-ring, circus, side-show of freaks
here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA.
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time, any fucking day.
Learn to swim, see you down in Arizona Bay.
Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your hair-piece and
Fret for your prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car.
It's a bull-shit, three-ring, circus, side-show of freaks
here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA.
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time, any fucking day.
Learn to swim, see you down in Arizona Bay.
Some say a comet will fall from the sky,
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves,
Followed by fault lines that can not sit still,
Followed by millions of dumb-founded dipshits.
And some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see Armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this,
Stupid shit.
Silly shit.
Stupid shit.
One great big festering neon distraction,
I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.
Learn to swim. Learn to swim. Learn to swim.
Mom's gonna fix it all soon.
Mom's coming round to put it back the way it oughta be.
Fuck L. Ron Hubbard,
And fuck all his clones.
Fuck all these gun toting,
Hip-gangster wannabies.
Fuck retro anything,
Fuck your tattoos.
Fuck all you junkies and
Fuck your short memory.
Fuck smiley glad-hands, with hidden agendas.
Fuck these dysfunctional, insecure actresses.
I'm praying for rain,
I'm praying for tidal waves,
I wanna see the ground give way,
I wanna watch it all go down,
Mom please flush it all away,
I wanna see it go right in and down,
I wanna watch it go right in,
Watch you flush it all away.
Time to bring it down again.
Don't just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.
I can't imagine why you wouldn't
welcome any change my friend.
I wanna see it come down,
plug it down,
suck it down,
flush it down.
kunst.
TOOL :.: Schism
I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away
mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing,
pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
the light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
we cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.
I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down
no fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to
point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication.
The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.
There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I've done the the math enough to know the dangers of a second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication
cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers
between supposed brothers.
And I know the pieces fit.
TOOL :.: Aenima
Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see Armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this
bull-shit, three-ring, circus, side-show of freaks
here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA.
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time, any fucking day.
Learn to swim, see you down in Arizona Bay.
Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your hair-piece and
Fret for your prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car.
It's a bull-shit, three-ring, circus, side-show of freaks
here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA.
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time, any fucking day.
Learn to swim, see you down in Arizona Bay.
Some say a comet will fall from the sky,
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves,
Followed by fault lines that can not sit still,
Followed by millions of dumb-founded dipshits.
And some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see Armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this,
Stupid shit.
Silly shit.
Stupid shit.
One great big festering neon distraction,
I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.
Learn to swim. Learn to swim. Learn to swim.
Mom's gonna fix it all soon.
Mom's coming round to put it back the way it oughta be.
Fuck L. Ron Hubbard,
And fuck all his clones.
Fuck all these gun toting,
Hip-gangster wannabies.
Fuck retro anything,
Fuck your tattoos.
Fuck all you junkies and
Fuck your short memory.
Fuck smiley glad-hands, with hidden agendas.
Fuck these dysfunctional, insecure actresses.
I'm praying for rain,
I'm praying for tidal waves,
I wanna see the ground give way,
I wanna watch it all go down,
Mom please flush it all away,
I wanna see it go right in and down,
I wanna watch it go right in,
Watch you flush it all away.
Time to bring it down again.
Don't just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.
I can't imagine why you wouldn't
welcome any change my friend.
I wanna see it come down,
plug it down,
suck it down,
flush it down.